I'm engaging. Not foisting.

I'm sometimes construed as foisting my ways on others. Of being insensitive. But sensitivity and insensitivity are two-way streets. I tend to be sensitive to the sensitive and insensitive to the insensitive. Fact of the matter is that I don't always know how to treat people. For instance, if someone in depression approaches me. Should I be sympathetic? Should I try to cheer him/her up? Should I throw a pity party? Should I act like a psychoanalyst? Should I just shut up and listen? Most of the time I just feel my way. Follow my instincts. And I look for ways to get people out of their doldrums. I seek solutions to the immediate problem. I know what works for me. And yes, I'm aware that my way may not be best for others. But hey, where does one start in attempts to deal with a problem? From one's own experience, I suppose. Anyway, I like to solve problems. Especially mental problems. My own. But also other people's problems. Especially if it happens to be people I like. But strangers, too. Because I'm fascinated by people, period. I like to delve into what makes them tick. So I ask questions. All sorts of questions. Lots of questions. Because I have an inquiring mind. And I ask, have you tried this or that? But that's not necessarily foisting. I'm merely reviewing/listing the possibilities. I'm trying to ignite an engaging conversation. Yes, that's it. I'm engaging. Not foisting. --Jim Broede